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Upon hearing this, Xu Wanyun put down her teacup and took out a yellowed bamboo scroll from her storage bag.

It was placed on the table and pushed in front of Wang Long.

"This is the academy's basic introductory training method. Uncle Long might as well take a look first."

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Wang Long didn't stand on ceremony and picked up the bamboo slips, unfolding them.

The bamboo slips were inscribed with densely packed small characters, the handwriting neat and beautiful, carrying a subtle scholarly air.

This is Xu Wanyun's handwritten copy, which is very precious.

She would not lend it out if anyone else wanted to see it.

"Literary spirit is the righteous spirit of heaven and earth..."

Wang Long read it very carefully from beginning to end.

After reading the last word, the righteous energy within me suddenly reacted at that moment.

It rises from the dantian and flows slowly along the meridians.

Wherever it passed, the meridians seemed to be washed by warm water, and they opened up.

Wang Long opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"I see."

Xu Wanyun looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

You've already gained insights after only reading it once?

She was hailed as a genius because it took her seven days to gain insight.

What's so special about Wang Long?

"Uncle Long, you felt it?"

Wang Long nodded.

"I've gained some insights!"

Wang Long took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his Chaotic Dao Body operated on its own, with spiritual energy surging through his meridians.

He then channeled his righteous energy, slowly circulating it along the cultivation path recorded on the bamboo slip.

One cycle, two cycles, three cycles...

The righteous energy flows through the meridians, becoming smoother and more solid.

Wang Long could feel that his body was undergoing some subtle changes.

The literary talent that is ingrained in their bones is being awakened little by little.

They are like seeds that have been dormant for thousands of years, finally breaking through the soil at this moment.

Wang Long suddenly opened his eyes.

A pale golden light shot out from his eyes, condensing in the air and transforming into a golden sphere the size of a fist.

The orb of light hovered in front of him, radiating a warm and pure glow.

That is the seed of literary spirit formed by the ultimate condensation of righteousness.

Entering the realm of excellence.

The first stage of Confucian cultivation.

Cultivate virtue through literary refinement and establish oneself through integrity.

From then on, every word and action of his was imbued with literary elegance.

Every stroke of the pen can be transformed into supernatural power.

Xu Wanyun stared in stunned silence at the golden sphere of light floating in the air.

She opened her mouth, but was too shocked to speak.

In a short time, Wang Long went from being a complete novice who knew nothing about Confucianism to a master.

He directly entered the entry-level realm.

What kind of monster is this?

Xu Wanyun took a deep breath to suppress the shock in her heart; her voice was trembling.

"Uncle Long...you really had no prior exposure to Confucianism and Taoism?"

Wang Long shook his head.

"I've never heard of this before."

Xu Wanyun fell silent.

She recalled how she studied diligently day and night when she first entered the field, never giving up.

It took a full three months to finally reach the entry level.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Long had an epiphany, and within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had mastered the art.

Is this even human?

"Uncle Long, you are simply a born Confucian scholar."

Xu Wanyun looked at him, her eyes filled with admiration, not jealousy.

She knew that Wang Long, who could write so many talented poems, was absolutely suited to become a Confucian scholar!

"If you had cultivated Confucianism and Taoism from a young age, you would probably have already reached the Saint Realm by now."

Wang Long shook his head and smiled.

"Wanyun, you flatter me. I was just lucky."

"It wasn't just luck."

Xu Wanyun shook her head and looked at him intently.

"Uncle Long, your literary mind is pure and your literary spirit is unadulterated. This is innate and cannot be cultivated later in life."

"The reason you were able to reach the next level so quickly is because you already had the potential, it just hadn't been discovered before."

Wang Long was somewhat surprised that Xu Wanyun would be so certain of him.

Having traversed so many years, I've grown accustomed to being suppressed and rejected.

Perhaps Xu Wanyun is right.

If Wang Long had known earlier that Confucian cultivators existed in this world, he wouldn't have needed the system.

Even with the poetry and verses taught in nine years of compulsory education, one can become a top-tier Confucian scholar!

The seed of literary energy within Wang Long's body floats in his dantian, where the literary energy and spiritual power it contains do not interfere with each other and each follows its own path.

But a strange resonance subtly emerged between the two.

Like two rivers, originating from different sources, they eventually flow into the same sea.

Wang Long opened his eyes and spread his palms.

A wisp of literary energy surged from his palm, condensing in the air and transforming into a golden sphere the size of a fist.

The orb of light hovered above his palm, radiating a warm and pure glow.

With a thought, the ball of light slowly floated up, rotating, deforming, and condensing in the air.

Ultimately, it transformed into a three-foot-long sword imbued with literary energy.

Wang Long flicked his wrist, and the sword of literary energy drew an arc in the air before silently striking the blue brick ground in the courtyard.

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A shallow trench was carved into the ground, its edges as smooth as a mirror.

Silent and unseen, yet incomparably sharp.

Xu Wanyun exclaimed in surprise, her usual calm and refined demeanor completely gone.

"Uncle Long, the purity of your literary sword is more than three times higher than that of an average entry-level Confucian cultivator."

Wang Long sheathed his sword, and the sword of literary energy transformed into specks of golden light, dissipating into the air.

He turned around, looked at Xu Wanyun, and politely cupped his hands in greeting.

"Wanyun, thank you."

Xu Wanyun shook her head.

"Uncle Long, you're too kind. Compared to the jade slip of the sage you gave me, it's nothing."

Wang Long didn't continue the discussion on this matter and immediately changed the subject.

"Wanyun, I would like to ask you some more questions."

"Uncle Long, you're too kind."

Xu Wanyun smiled patiently.

"Is this Confucian scholar's only fighting method to make his words become law?"

Wang Long felt that the fighting style was too monotonous, and there was nothing like spiritual techniques.

Xu Wanyun understood, and took out another bamboo scroll, handing it to Wang Long.

"This is the foundation of Confucian cultivation, the 'Treatise on Righteousness,' which records the basic methods for applying literary energy."

"Uncle Long can take a look first. If there's anything you don't understand, Wanyun will explain it to you."

Wang Long took the bamboo slips.

Just like before, I read it from beginning to end.

Righteousness and integrity can withstand all evil!

His literary style is sharp and his ruthlessness is decisive!

One offense, one defense—unparalleled in the world.

Wang Long's aura of righteousness grew stronger, and his literary talent soared to the heavens.

It's much more solid than before.

"Uncle Long, you...you've already learned it?"

Sensing Wang Long's change, Xu Wanyun was once again shocked.

She's used to it.

Wang Long's talent is simply unheard of.

Xu Wanyun felt that even a saint couldn't compare to him!

Wang Long nodded, his expression calm.

"This 'Treatise on Righteous Qi' is indeed useful and easy to understand."

Xu Wanyun fell silent.

Easy to understand?

It took her a whole month to barely get the hang of learning the "Treatise on Righteousness" back then.

Her master said she had extremely high comprehension, and that she was already considered fast.

But Wang Long...

It only took three breaths!

Three breaths! Who would believe that if I told them?

Xu Wanyun took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart.

"Uncle Long, your comprehension is something Wanyun has never seen before in her life."

Without her realizing it, she gradually became a big fan of Wang Long.

He was completely unable to maintain his usual calm and refined demeanor in front of Wang Long.

"Perhaps it won't be long before you, Uncle Long, are able to make your words come true!"